I was in this situation, where some upstairs neighbors (a bunch of single guys) were routinely pounding on my ceiling late late late at night, and I'd lay there trying to sleep, not being able to, and gathering up my courage to go and talk to them about it. But I just knew that if I did I'd be playing out some sort of stereotype - the housewife who expects everyone in the city to go to bed at 10pm and bangs on the ceiling with a broomstick while her hair is in curlers.UffishThought wrote: It would be much more efficient, and much more grown-up of you to just knock on the door and ask my roommate if she could do her workout video another time.
But one night after months of this it was just too much, so I crawled out of bed and made my way up there to ask them to stop, only by the time I got there I was near tears I was so tired, and my carefully planned calm conversation went out the window. I was emotional, and sounded deranged, and all I could do was hold back tears and beg them to stop jumping up and down on my ceiling.
And then it all became 10 times more awkward when I realized that I recognized one of them. It was Just Another Cassio, and he was the one who'd been doing the jumping as he worked out. I think I'd met him briefly at a Board party once, back when my husband and I were dating. I didn't really know him, but I knew he knew my husband, and he definitely recognized me, and it was really really embarrassing to be playing out that scene with a semi-acquaintance as opposed to a faceless ceiling-pounding stranger that I'd never have to see again.